Pretty Legs II

It was Sunday afternoon; my bottom was still tender from the spanking Becky had given me the previous evening. There was definitely a different air in the house. Becky's attitude toward me was peremptory, as she did not ask me to do the dishes or take out the trash as she usually would, instead, she ordered me to do so.

Later, I heard her talking on the phone. "Hello, Glenda. I thought I would call you and arrange for us to come over this evening so that Rick can apologize to you. Oh, that is fine, in fact, it is perfect. Yes, from the way he is carrying himself, and sitting down, I can tell that his little bottom is still very sore. Oh yes. He should definitely get another spanking from you. I will give him a few days to recover from my session, and we'll arrange a time when you will be able to give him all you wish."

They talked for another half-hour or so, but my fate had been sealed, and I didn't pay much attention to the balance of the conversation.

The week passed too quickly as far as I was concerned. I wondered what it would be like to be put across the lap of my wife's best friend. The embarrassment that would accompany it was too much to imagine. I hated the thought of it, and at the same time, there was a fascination I could never hope to explain. Most of all, I realized I deserved whatever I was going to get for disrespecting my wife.

Meanwhile, Becky's attitude toward me continued to leave little doubt that she had taken charge of this house and that I had best obey her. As we finished dinner on Saturday, Becky told me to wash the dishes and get ready to go over to Glenda's. I don't know if she knew I had overheard the phone conversation, but I do know I was very nervous.

We walked out to the car, and Becky surprised me by walking to the driver's side. She waited with a frown on her face, until it dawned on me that I had better open her door for her. Without a word, I went to the passenger's side. Becky smiled, "You learn very quickly, dear. From now on, I shall do the driving, and you will sit right where you are. I'm glad to see you are adjusting to seeing me as the boss and as your disciplinarian. You do see it that way, don't you?" Her clear blue eyes showed steely resolve. My mouth was dry as I replied, "Yeah, Becky, you are the boss in our home." She chuckled, "And?" she asked. For an instant, I did not know what she wanted, then I said, "And that is the way it should be." She raised an eyebrow, and I added, "And that is the way I want it." She put the car in gear as she said, "That's a good boy. When we get to Glenda's house, she is going to punish you, and I want you to cooperate well. Remember, whatever she decides to do, she has my blessing."

We arrived at the Borton's house and Becky rang the bell. Glenda answered the door. I looked at her and again remembered why I had allowed my eyes to linger too long the last time. It was truly beautiful. Then it truly hit me. I AM PROBABLY GOING TO BE SPANKED BY THIS WOMAN.

"Come in, come in." Glenda said, "I have put Jerry to bed early, as what we have to do is none of his business. Sit down, Rick," she ordered me, as she took a chair directly across from the one she indicated for me. Becky, grinning broadly, sat to one side. 

Glenda wasted no time. "You like my legs, Ricky, hmmm? Well, little boy, you are going to be very close to them before too long. How dare you make a comment to me like the one you made last week? How dare you!" 

The look on her face made it clear that there was really nothing I could say, except a weak, "I'm sorry."

Her smile was disdainful, "Oh, I know that Becky made you very sorry, and take my word for it, you are going to be a lot sorrier." She glanced toward an end table, which I had not noticed before. On it sat a large paddle with holes in it, and a rattan cane. She pulled her skirt up, revealing those gorgeous legs as she told me, "Get up and bring me that paddle." I glanced from Glenda to Becky and back to Glenda. Neither of them showed any particular emotion, just satisfied determination.

I presented the paddle to Glenda and waited. I did not wait long, as Glenda unbuckled and lowered my trousers in almost a single motion and, without stopping, she stripped down my underpants. "Now, Ricky, I am going to give you the spanking of your life. I WILL teach you to respect women. We are not in the world for men's amusement. We are not here to serve you. In fact, we will tell you what to do and punish you when you do not obey, and the sooner you realize it, the better. Now get across my lap."

I knew better than to hesitate. "Now you are veerry close to my pretty legs, aren't you? Do you like it?" I knew she wanted an answer, so I said, "Yes Ma’am, I like it. I am where I belong." Her tone was mellow, "Becky told me you were adjusting to being subject to female discipline quite well."

With that she landed the first swat. This was no warm-up. She delivered a continuous barrage of spanks, harder than any Becky had given me a week earlier. I was thrashing around on her lap, yelping and begging for mercy before she had reached a dozen. She stopped for a moment to tell me, "Ricky, I know this is hurting, and that's good, it is supposed to. Now quit gyrating and simply take what I am going to give you, because you WILL take what I am going to give you, even if Becky has to help hold you in place. Do you understand?" She did not wait for an answer; the spanking resumed and I did my best to lie still, but I could not.

I was crying and begging for mercy as Glenda delivered swat after swat after swat in rapid succession, each one seemingly harder than the previous one. "Becky," I heard her say, "hold his legs still. He is making me very angry by his childish squirming. He cannot even take a spanking like a man." I felt Becky's firm hands behind my knees, as Glenda resumed my spanking. It was not long after that that I felt Becky relax her grip, as she sensed my complete surrender. I lay across Glenda's lap, sobbing as she completed the spanking she felt I needed.

"Get up, Rick, and bend over the back of that chair and grab the front legs. I would advise you not to change that position until you are told." 

With tears streaming down my face, I did as she instructed, knowing that Glenda intended to finish off with the cane.

"What I am going to do now is really going to be painful, Rick, but you simply have to learn manners." With that, she delivered four stinging swings of the cane across my right buttock, and quickly changed sides and delivered four more to the left. I shrieked with pain. My bottom, already fiery hot from Glenda's paddle, felt like it was stung by bees, beyond anything I had imagined on the way over. But now it apparently was over. Glenda told me to stand in the corner while she and Becky sat down nearby, sounding very relaxed and enjoying their conversation. I could not hear what they were saying, but I heard them chuckle and giggle and laugh, and I had no doubt that Glenda was giving Becky some sisterly advice on disciplining men.

Finally, I heard Becky say, "All right, pull up your undies and pants. Time to go home and put you to bed." Sitting was very painful and the ride home was excruciating. Becky took me right upstairs, undressed me and put me into bed. As she left the room, she said, "Enjoy looking at pretty legs, dear, but I am sure you will remember from now on that their best purpose is to provide a place for a naughty boy to lie while a woman spanks him."